(Author’s Note: Major things happen in life. Gives me more of a chance to do what I love. I will be back at this soon, full steam. Until then, here’s a new Fictioneers posting!)
by Miles H. Rost
He gripped onto the pipe that held his chains.
He didn’t have much strength left, being chained in an abandoned building for two long days. He was getting very weak, and he didn’t have long before the goons would return.
With a mighty grunt, he pushed. He jostled. He thrashed.
With a large groan and a snap, the pipe broke, his chained hands now free from his hanging death sentence.
As he started to move towards the large warehouse door, he heard them coming. Seeing a 2×4 nearby, he snatched it up and hid.
He freed himself. Now, time to free the goons from themselves.